Adonis Diaries

Tales of San Francisco. And the designated “slave” for the household

Posted on: February 2, 2022

I was living in this beautiful city of San Francisco for 2 years. I figure out that you can visit every area in this city in a couple of days, all its “historical” sites, parks, monuments….

I was almost autonomous: shelter and board, 2 days off as I “promised” to serve as assistant to the manager, for an entire year, in an “elderly establishment”. I learned Never to Promise anything from now on: Asking you to “promise” is a tacit method to abuse of your naivety.

I walked every streets, memorized the buses number, destinations and schedule.

I read almost all the books of the “famous” authors who lived in San Francisco and its surrounding.

I crossed the Golden Bridge and ventured way up north, walked the Red Wood forest, tasted the wine of Napa Valley…

I visited the university of Berkeley twice and in two trips I spent a few nights at Reno casinos, for Free.

I boarded the train and walked the streets of the towns of Silicon Valley.

I drove with friends to Monterrey, Carmel, all the way to Big Sur...

It was in the last year of George Bush Sr. presidency, and unemployment was at its highest: the main streets were strewn with homeless people, drunk and beggars. It was Not a good sight to walk the streets.

It was Not a good idea to venture outside at night, even when accompanied. I was attacked once and robbed, a few feet from where I resided and desisted from going out at night.

All the houses and properties were locked by iron doors

Heck, I had this curiosity and determination to pay a visit to one of nude beaches. The beach was wide stretched with few clients, almost all singles, males and females. I sensed that their was this tacit code of Not getting too curious of your neighbors: No one looked around. If you need to rest your eyes, try contemplating the ocean horizon, when you are faking of reading or taking a nap…

Out of the blues, I receive a letter from my only sister telling me they are “stationed in Washington DC” and asking me to visit them.

My sister had 5 children and the youngest girl was barely 5 months old.

The purpose of the letter was to stay with them, on this lame excuse that the children need to be “initiated to English” for their schooling… as if children are Not best in acquiring a new language when living in the proper surrounding…. Children memorize all songs that “they don’t understand” and repeat them very confidently…

I wrote back a long letter telling my family that this is Not a good idea.

They replied that all they are asking me was to pay them a visit for a week. I didn’t see anyone of them for almost 7 years and I decided “why Not?”

They had rented a small flat in a building, a few miles from the center of Washington DC.

It was a shock. My sister looked tired and exhausted.

Worse, her daughter of 9 looked out of “luck”. She was to look after the youngest sibling and be the designated assistant to her mother in house keeping…

This niece was in a terrible shape, in a despairing condition… Kind of feeling cornered, with no way out: the designated Slave for the household.

This niece was also out of luck in body and figure: Not a single trait of beauty or physical shape.

The next day, I borrowed a map of Washington DC and carried her with me for a long tour of the Capital: Monuments, sites, parks… From buses to walking streets we covered most of DC… I took her for another tour the next day too.

It was pity, pure pity.

Something I thought was an obligation to extend to my niece a small catalyst to break out of the slaving condition.

It worked and she got used to the feeling of freedom and independence…

But it was Not easy, neither for her nor for me, since I became the designated “slave” to the family for more than 2 years, while the parents were hopping free from trip to trip, all around the USA. That is another story.

Note: I lived being the tacit designated slave for over 2 decades as a full blown adult…until my parents passed away at the advanced age of 93, with all the physical and mental ailments….

Do you think you gets any acknowledgement or recognition for your sacrifices?

Nobody in the family wants to admit they had a designated slave in the household.

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